In a red of rhododendrons the goddess of the dawn looks - TopicsExpress



          

In a red of rhododendrons the goddess of the dawn looks down. Sweet-throated roosters she rouses up to crow. Conchs are blown, bells ring out the morning music. The sunken world swims up again, youthful in the light. All the flowers and weeds put on the dazzle of pearls. The wind grows stronger and shakes the priceless splendor. Like a new dream over the eastern chaos burned the gold. Uncaused it flared up, blazing, melting, the good bright fire. Creating with golden brush the painter day came forth. Lamps lit up on the peaks, for one instant powerful magic. River mists draw away, towers glitter, their gold melting. Dewy with the nine colors on its stem the lotus flickers. ... Hope rises new with news of the new morning, demanding that everyone make an investment in fate. from "Dawn," Laxmi Prasad Devkota Nepal
Posted on: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 13:45:27 +0000

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